Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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Remoins ot an uproarious and highly successful evening. A late leaver exits after our first nationally broadcast Homecoming Show. A sm;ill |)laii( ' ciirles the .stadium, trailing a sign with red ieltcis. ' I ' hey spell Jones Sausage. The plane flies lower and lower. After a final swoop, it sails into the horizon. . . . The sunlight lades into the dinniess of a solitary overhead liglit. It is 11 p.m. The play is over and the stage nnist he cleared for tomorrow night ' s perfoiinance. A ttnv men and women in old dunga- rees remoxc props, icarrange scenery and sweep piles ol dill into the wings. From the dressing rooms can be heard animated appraisals of the audience ' s reai ' tion. riie auditorium is deserted. The rows of seats which held smiling faces are empl . The remenihraticc ot thunderous applause lingers like a ghost. (]iuiii|»led piograms litter the lloor iiiidcrncalh the seals. As the nicmhcrs ol the stage ciew talk, their voices make a hollow echo. A gii.st of wind irls in ihiough a side exit which has heen lell o])eii. peiicliating the lircd and lieav atmosphere. A ui-ll worn cop ol llie script lies on a chair. A stage hand pick it up ,iiid lllp■ lliiuiigh il. She lurii- lo the ihild act. he re;uU llic lino, she |iiclincs the action, i ' rinled on i page, llic word arc lrangel) lilcless. In the iikhiiIis ol lonights actor.- lhe were e.xpressive — alive. She imagines Joe sitting at the cafe tahle. examining his toys. SuddeuK Joe emerges Inmi the (lre sing room. He is vigorousK ruhhing at his lace with a Kleenex. The cidlar ot his white shirt is stained with a pink rim of make-u|). He waves a cheery good-l) and hnllons on his overcoat. The magic which transformed him into the warm-hearted cripple on the stage is gone and he is again the university student whom she sees each dav in class. Wearily, she begins to push the broom. It makes a clean path on the dusty stage. . . . It is 7 p.m. A boy, clad in khakis and a white shirt, drops a nickel in the metal box and helps himself to a newspaper. He sits down on the red Bands might play, teams might fight furiously, but no football gome this foil was complete without the appearance of Jones Sausage. — Weariness avertakcs a stagchond as she surveys the work still to be finished after another successful Duke Players ' performance. 20

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Dinners in high style flourished this year as the new Student Union provided us with the sotting for some fine eating in the Old Trinity Room. leather sofa and opens the sheets. Groups of peo- ple pass in front of him on their way to the Oak Hoom. hilt he does not lilt his eyes. As he is folding the paper, he hears a laniiliar voice. He turns just in time to see Hill Grillith disappear hehind a door, followed by several stiidcnts. FuiHiy — he never noliced iIkiI door Ik ' Ioic. His eyes slide lo a hiass |ilai|iie which reads in gotliic lettering The Old Trinity Room. So ihafs where it is. There iiiiisl lie a lian(|uet tonight lor the Stu- dent Union Conunittee. lie decides to slay and see who comes. Maybe he ' ll get to see what the inside of the Ti ' iiiilv Ixooni is like. Kvcryoiie says it ' s llic iiicol place lo (Ml aroniid Diikc. Il would really have to be soniclliing lo bcal the Mens Grad ( enter. Tiie scraping of feet annoiinces llial some new |)eople are approaching. A couple enU-rs the lobln and turns into the Trinits llooin. s llic door swings open, he hears an exchange of greetings. Straining his neck, he can just see into the newly deeoialed dining room. He had expected the restaurant atmosphere of the Oak Room. Instead, the inlerioi- he sees is simply a larger version of his own dining room al home. The walls are altiacli ( ' l papered in green and while, and there is a thick figured rug on llic lloor. A waiter emerges I mm a swinging door wliich connects to the kitchen, and the aroma ol cooking lood sweeps o cr the looiti. He mo ' es Irom table to table, placing pats ol but- ter in each person ' s lircad and butter disli. Gon- versation sto|)s and all heads tnin toward Air. Grillith. r iil. as he begins to talk, his words are cut oil b the closing ol the outside door. I ' he obseiNcr rises hum the sola. Iea iiig the papei ' behind. . . . lis three o ' cioik in the morning blares the jnkc box ill the l)o|)c .Shop. Slndcnls arc leaning against the coiinlcr. passing the lime ol da or 22